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Things.

by seahorsee 1/3/2017

written by seahorsee

I had PTSD for 4 years over something stupid.

I have ASD/schizoid personality/generalized anxiety disorder, and didn’t know until recently.

I’ve been thinking about suicide since I found out what it was when I was 5 or 6.

Is it really crazy to want to leave, doesn’t it only matter what you do while you’re here..? And if you do what you’re meant to, who decides what is enough? When do you stop? Why is an accident fate but choosing to leave based on what’s inside you is wrong… How is that not fate as well? Because if it wasn’t meant to be, why did it happen?

Anyway. I’m going to try […]

1/3/2017 2 comments

My Name Was Brett

by H 9/9/2013

written by H

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Preface:Â I’m not actually going through with this.Â I asked God for a sign as I walked with tears in my eyes tonight, he gave me one. At 8:00 pm, I received a internet message from a beautiful soul I hadn’t thought of or had any communication with in years. You know who you are and you did, infact, save my life tonight. Thank you beyond measure.

I was just writing this when I got that message and I think it’s really important that I continue to write this. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. There are no reasons to sit on these words. Words only matter […]

9/9/2013 4 comments

Lost

by babelsgate 6/4/2013

written by babelsgate

First let me star off by saying that I am not planning on committing suicide right now. I just do not want to get to that point. I do not know how to express what I am feeling, but I will try to the best of my ability to describe it. I just feel lost, I do not want to do anything anymore. I do not want to move anymore, but I do not want to stay still. I want to live, but I do not want to keep trying to endure this suffering. I have a good family and great friends, just my views […]

6/4/2013 2 comments

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! Still here.

by blsdaniel 7/7/2012

written by blsdaniel

On the plus side, I did finally purchase the second shotgun needed for the exit. On the bad side, I seem to have talked myself into going back and “trying one more time.”

It is incredibly stressful to wake up and realize that today’s the day you promised yourself you would kill yourself. By the middle of the day, you’ve talked yourself out of it…again…and convinced yourself that there’s too many people who love you to go out now without trying one more time.

I’d like to think that knowing that there are two loaded shotguns waiting at home with its name on them would convince my […]

7/7/2012 2 comments